Going to See U2.

Well Well, here we are again. Of course you may have noticed that I haven't been around at all lately. If anyone actually reads this Blog that is. Either way - I/m back. What can I tell you? I am going to a U2 CONCERT tomorrow night. Isn't that just fantastical. I am so excited. I cannot wait. 4 yrs is too long to have to wait. They are so mind blowing live. Regardless of the fact if you are a fan or not. They pull all the stops to make sure that people feel their money is well spent. Oh and I am going with Loverboy and his girl. Imagine the fun that will be...

Update on Love

Things have been progressing at a leisurely pace. I have some updates.

The Miner

The Miner is a good man. And he seems to finally have found his good woman. At least until they break up... or get married!! She is a girl who went to high school with us. She was rumoured to have hooked up with the English teacher - but who knows if that is true or not. Oh wait - they had a kid together - I forgot! Anyways... I know I never really wanted the Miner anyways... just thinking about setting with someone who would not make me puke. Turns out them in love will make me puke. He is charming the pants off of her literally. Heatseeker was a little pissed about it. But who is surprised about that. She is always far away until someone else wants the man - then she wants back in. Oh the games.

Loverboy

Well what can I say? I will always love him. He was the one in so many ways... but never could be the one. Or maybe he coulda been - but wasn't because it wasn't meant to be. Either way - his girl is a nut. She is wacky like the tobacc-y that she smokes constantly. Who can smoke all day and still function? I don't get it at all. And who cries when you can't have it all the time. Loverboy doesn't seem to mind that much - but he is in love.. or so he says. I don't know why I invited him and his girl to the concert. It will be all crazy if they start swapping spit in my presence. I should never invited them... or at least brought a date myself... Book worm or someone like that.

BookWorm

Bookworm... why did I ever think that this was an option. I know he poured it on thick in the beginning. Kissing me on new years. Walking me to a cab - asking if i was going to be ok toget home. He was the one who wanted home... my home. my warm wet home. Then nothing forever... Then all the trips to his bookstore. Then buying the books... his offering of "coffee or something" sometime. Then he takes off to Paris for a month... then nothing. I thought it was fine anyways at the time since he talks over people and then decides to tell them what they are really saying. He was definitely too showy for me.

I was totally forgetting he even existed... until I got some dumb ass cryptic text message one day... talking about " and like a the creature for the black lagoon he surfaced". WTF? Who does this ninny think he is? Then I decided to invite him to my housewarming party ( got a roomie by the way - but more about fagboy later). Bookworm then invites me to a birthday for the buddhist. Of course I accept. What a bad idea. This guy with his mixed signals. He was cooler than ice with me. NO more of the casual touches... no more hugs with meaning.
Now i know I am a fat girl and all... but what is this. Did we break up already/did i not get the chance to know? I tell you... this guy just wants me to want him or something. But he isn't John cusack or anything. There is nothing complex about him at all.

Tomorrow is the story of BIGBOY and the summer of sex ( but no love).

Where is the love? I wanna know.

Nice Lady.